"Well, craperooey dingily dong," I muttered in my mind as I gradually descended into a pit of overwhelming darkness. "Oh, hey, it looks like my room," I joked silently, peering around at the surrounding blackness. "You can't see anything because of my mess!" I continued to enthusiastically utter in my mind. Positive thoughts swarmed my mind, mostly to obscure the terror bubbling up within me. I could barely move either, and I had to strain my muscles to even twist my head around. I was locked in this position, with my arms and legs spread out like in the process of creating a snow angel. Light glittered and shimmered above me, but seemed like it was severed into portions. It began to shrink smaller and smaller the more I deescalated into the envelope of shadows and outstretched hands that were foreign to me. The light rippled and soon vanished from my sight. I furrowed my brows, unsettled by the waving hands perched on the ground. Suddenly, I felt a rush of water pour through my mouth and nose, stinging my eyes and squeezing my lungs enough to cause me to choke. Bubbles popped out of my mouth one by one as I desperately writhed in my invisible bindings and as my lungs shrieked for air. "Water?!" I exclaimed in surprise. Soon I reached the bottom, and the chain of hands linked together to make an encasement and secure me firmly in their grasp. I screamed, cried for help, and even attempted to trash around, but it was no use. My air was speedily escaping me, and my energy was weakening by the second. My inner consciousness scolded, "Of course there is no one to help! You are all alone in this world. You are dark, my friend. DARK."